Less than a centimetre across, a single flower, and the only one I saw on the St Cyrus path through the dunes. We think it's a dwarf Storksbill - but prepared to be corrected. How could this little beauty not remind me of Emily Dickinson's playful poem, which like all her poetry, nudges us out of our mental laziness and dares us to think! Life isn't all available on Google - thank God - there is still mystery, surprise and wonder - Emily Dickinson celebrates both.
As If Some Little Arctic Flower
S if some little arctic flower, - Upon the polar hem,
- Went wandering down the latitudes,
- Until it puzzled came
- To continents of summer,
- To firmaments of sun,
- To strange, bright crowds of flowers,
- And birds of foreign tongue!
- I say, as if this little flower
- To Eden wandered in--
- What then? Why, nothing, only
- Your inference therefrom!
- (Emily Dickinson)
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